BriSchaar

“i hate you. a lot. go get hit by a fucking car or something. fat softball playing dyke.”

wake up and feel the need to leave.

lie and say that I’m going to clear my head.

wave goodbye with an absent minded smile.

think about how it’d be different if you were still alive.

wish that I would have waited a little bit longer.

pretend that everything isn’t slipping through my fingers.

forget the whole day so I can do it again tomorrow.

There are no shadows, no caves, no dark places where things can hide. There is only you and me and the birds with flame feathers, only soft sand and warm sun and moss for us to sleep on. We will lie on the beach and write songs on each other’s skin. We will sing them to the birds and they will sing back. When the sun sets, it will be a different kind of dark. Not dark like suffocation, not like everything gone. Not a dark that can be used against us. It will simply be dark like sleeping, dark like heavy eyes.

I like new words.

is the first day of softball. 

oh, hi JV baseball. look, you were right about us!

I remember when I lost my mind.
There was something so pleasant about that place.
Even your emotions had an echo, in so much space

Smoke is not chasing me and making my eyes sweat. My eyes are not burning. I am not crying. 

Smoke follows beauty.

Smoke follows beauty.

Smoke follows beauty.

May 14, 2006 12:18 PM

hi bri i havent commented you in awhile your my best friend….<3sara

I was on your porch, the smoke sank into my skin.
So I came inside to be with you.
We talked all night, about everything you could imagine.
‘Cause come the morning, I’ll be gone.
And as our eyes start to close, I turn to you and I let you know.. 

June 2, 2009 at 2:25pm
Sara Rosales  OMG WHAT A FUCK. June 2, 2009 at 2:25pm
Brianna Schaar  lmao i know.
not cool. June 2, 2009 at 2:26pm 
Sara Rosales  Ill fight him. June 2, 2009 at 2:28pm

teared up whilst reading the end of gatsby.